Page 218 of Rosetti Family New York
Her panties are gone in a flash, and I’m on her, tasting her sweetness.
My tongue finds her clit and she cries out, back arched. I’m driving her crazy, and I fucking love it. She knows exactly what I'm gonna do to her, and she's helpless to resist. I take her apart with my mouth, feel her tremble under my grip. Her thighs are like silk on my skin, and I’m lost in the taste of her, the heat of her. She pulls me closer, drowning me in her, making me hers.
Her fingers find my hair, pulling me closer. Her cries echo off the kitchen walls, raw and breathless, a fucking symphony of need. I eat her like I’ll die without it. Her hips buck against my mouth, and she’s a wild thing, feral and free. I’m drowning in her, soaking in every sound, every shiver. Her legs drape over my shoulders, and I press her down into the counter, keeping her there, making her take every flick of my tongue.
“Oh god, Rafe,” she moans.
Her hands clutch at me, losing control. She thinks I’m dangerous? She has no idea. I’m all in now, driven by nothing but the need to have her. All of her.
She tastes so damn good. I can’t get enough. She’s dripping, wet, and warm, and I’ve never felt anything like this. She is my everything.
“Don’t stop,” she says, voice breaking, urgent.
Fuck. I couldn’t stop if I tried.
I feel her pulse against my lips, hear her breath catch, then she shatters. It’s all I want, all I fucking need. I drag her through it, refusing to let go until I’ve wrung every last tremor from her. She collapses, breathless and flushed. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I stand and yank my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. My pants are next. I can’t wait anymore. Her eyes widen, locked on my cock, and she bites her lip again, the teasing little vixen. It makes me even harder.
“Now who’s got no patience?” she says, that fire sparking in her again.
She’s not wrong, and she’s definitely not safe from me. Not anymore.
“Up,” I order, pulling her upright so she’s almost nose to nose with me.
Her skin is slick with sweat, hair a tangled mess. The sight of her like this is a goddamn masterpiece. I want to put my name on it. Make it mine forever. She’s got her hands on me now, rough and impatient, sliding down to where I’m aching for her.
“Fuck, Sloane,” I groan, burying my face in her neck.
I lift her, and she wraps around me like she’s meant to be there, like it’s the only place she belongs. The friction is almost enough to make me lose it right then. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything this much.
Her eyes are sharp, seeing right through me.
“You going to make me wait, Rafe?”
I growl and lay her back on the counter, making sure she knows exactly what she’s getting. I hop up onto the counter onmy knees and cover her body with mine. We’re skin to skin, and I’m wild for her, wild for this.
I line myself up, feel the heat of her, the wet promise of everything I’ve been aching for.
“Say it,” she demands, breathless and wicked. Her eyes are bright, daring me like a wild thing. “Say what you’re going to do.”
I’m shaking with wanting her, desperate and out of my fucking mind. I’m everywhere, aching, frantic. I’m not sure I can handle the wait anymore. I’m not sure I can handle her.
“Going to fuck you, Sloane,” I say, voice low and ragged.
“Say it,” she taunts again, pulling me into her.
“Going to fuck you so hard,” I groan.
She laughs, and the sound shoots through me like fire and whiskey.
“What else?” she demands.
“Going to claim you," I growl, letting the truth spill out. "Make you mine.”
Her eyes blaze with anticipation and challenge.
"Prove it."
